Chapter 82: The Quarrel
"Huh!" Yan Ke hooked the corners of his lips and glanced at Qing Qiao, "There is a way to say everything to people, but I didn't see that this little apprentice of your family thought about anything that shouldn't be thinking, why are you so nervous?" ā
"There's really nothing to be nervous about. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Yan Zhu withdrew his hand lightly, Qing Qiao glanced at the undercurrent surging between the two of them, lowered his head and began to silently operate the mantra that Yan Zhuqing had given her, resisting Yan Ke's heart eyes.
Yan Ke spread his hands, walked to the seat on the side of the Heavenly Machine Hall and sat down: "Since you are the elder of this sect, let's take care of the affairs of this Heavenly Machine Palace!" lest you choke on your appetite too much. ā
"It's none of your business how I behave." Yan Zhu didn't smile lightly, "It's your newly accepted disciple, you should be careful, her background is not clean." ā
"Since I dare to accept it, I won't be afraid, you bother, is it possible that a little girl who builds a foundation will not be able to control it?" Yan Ke sneered.
"Be careful of getting bitten back, take your leave." Yan Zhu said lightly, and took the lead in walking out, Qing Qiao hurriedly followed Yan Zhuqing, but when he left, he saw Yan Ke's appearance of smiling but not smiling, I don't know why, a chill suddenly began to arise from the soles of his feet.
Leaving all the way, Qing Qiao raised his eyes to look at Yan Zhuqing's face, and saw that his face was tense, and he didn't smile at all, so he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.
It wasn't until he arrived at Yan Zhuqing's residence that Qing Qiao saluted and said goodbye, and Yan Zhuqing spoke: "Stay away from Yan Ke in the future, I'm afraid your current means are not enough for him to stuff his teeth." ā
"Yes, Master." Qing Qiao saluted.
Yan Zhu bowed slightly, and when he left, he still glanced at Qing Qiao, then shook his head and sighed lightly: "It's still too low to cultivate." ā
Qing Qiao didn't know how to answer this, and when he was hesitating, Yan Zhuqing had already walked away.
Qing Qiao shrugged her shoulders, probably she was too satisfied with herself, at the age of 16, in the middle of foundation building, these achievements that she couldn't even think of were actually done by her, she was extremely happy, because she never thought that she could go further. Do you still want her to get married? Qing Qiao didn't dare to think about it, just like a turtle, he touched it and shrank back.
On the second day, it was like this again, and when he meditated until dawn, Yan Zhuqing seemed to not remember yesterday's events at all, and he still taught like that, his face was as usual, and Qing Qiao attributed these to Yan Zhu's light and resting on Bingshen's kung fu was too good.
After teaching like this for several months, until one evening, Qing Qiao came out of Yan Zhuqing with a book as usual, and when he arrived at the Zhuli Pavilion, he saw three people standing in front of the Bamboo Pavilion, which was usually empty.
One is Cailing, and the other Qingqiao, who is a little embarrassed, also recognizes that it is Yan Qingling, who is from Shangyuan City with her, and the other seems to be a man, dressed in a cyan robe, with strips of cloth of the same color on his head, and his long figure is standing leaning on a cluster of flourishing green bamboos, as if he is looking down at those bamboos, and is deaf to Cailing and Yan Qingling.
Qing Qiao walked a few steps, hurriedly walked over, and asked Cailing, "What's wrong, Cailing?" ā
Yan Qingling saw that it was her, sneered, and said, "Hmph! Yan Qingqiao, since you don't want to be friends with me, just say it, why did you let this maid deliberately arrange it so that I was not allowed to enter? ā
"Deliberately choreographed? Not allowed? Qing Qiao really didn't want to see Yan Qingling, but when it came to the deliberate arrangement, he really didn't take it seriously, so he was a little flustered.
Cailing saw her coming, and her face also showed a little grievance, although she had bad qualifications, she was just an elder's maidservant, but over the years, all the monks who came to visit Yan Zhuqing had more identities than Yan Qingling, even if they really looked down on her, few people dared to put her face in front of her.
Therefore, facing Qing Qiao, I couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved: "It's good that you're here." This, this Yan girl is going to break in to see you, but the elder has said that she will not be allowed to come in in the future to spare your cultivation, I have already persuaded her, and if she doesn't listen, forget it, and say, I also said that I was deliberately arranged. ā
Yan Qingling's face was not good-looking: "Qing Qiao, the two of us have grown up together since childhood, I thought that I finally got the opportunity, and the two of us were able to cultivate together on the top of Tianshu Peak, and we should have gotten along well, but you didn't look at me for months, but I ran over, and you still let people stop me." Qing Qiao, are you determined to cut off contact with me? ā
Seeing her talking, Cailing couldn't help but say, "This is an order from the elders, you are from Yan Ke Zhenren, it is better to run less to our side." ā
"You ......"
Before Yan Qingling's words could be spoken, the man who looked down at the bamboo turned around, and he was a little handsome and eyebrows, and there was also a Qinghua atmosphere between his eyebrows, in short, he was a man who was very easy to make people feel kind.
"You're Yan Qingling, aren't you?" The man raised an eyebrow.
Yan Qingling was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Yes, you are?" ā
The man didn't explain his identity, but said again: "The discord between you and Yan Qingqiao is very clear to both Master Ling and others, and there is no need to act in the future." Yan Ke Zhenren and I are not all the way, and we will not use it in the future. ā
"I ......" Yan Qingling's expression was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively wanted to refute.
"It's not a secret that you killed a few minor monks from the side branch of the same sect on the way to Kunlun, everyone knows it very well in their hearts, Yan Qingling, don't treat people as fools." The monk said with a long sigh, "You still need to cultivate hard with your own cultivation, if you continue to be smart like this, even if there is someone behind you, I am afraid that you will not be able to reach it." ā
These words successfully made Yan Qingling's face change several times, and the blue and white appearance was really a little ridiculous.
But in the end, it was Yan Qingling, even if someone mercilessly pierced the fig leaf of the ********, she was not afraid at all, she just sneered: "That's fine, since I put it bluntly, I don't bother to care about Yan Qingqiao anymore." ā
"You don't have to worry about it anymore." The man nodded lightly, "Yan Qingqiao has a master, and he is guarded by a senior brother, so naturally you don't bother." ā
The corners of Yan Qingling's mouth were slightly hooked, a slightly mocking smile appeared on his face, he turned around and walked a few steps but suddenly stopped, and turned around: "Who is Your Excellency yet?" ā
"A certain Yan Lingyi, my junior sister doesn't need you to bother." The man was not ambiguous, and clarified his identity, Yan Qingling sneered: "Okay, good, I, Yan Qingling, remember you, farewell!" ā
Seeing that Yan Qingling left without looking back, Qing Qiao looked at the man who spoke up, and hurriedly waved his hand and saluted: "I've seen senior brother." ā
Yan Lingyi didn't look at her, her eyes seemed to be full of doubts: "She has always been so cruel to talk like this?" ā